"The destruction of any family unit is a heartbreaking loss, both to those involved and the community at large. Family is the backbone of any society. The perversions that happen when the natural roles are thwarted leads to situations exactly like this."

He clears his throat as he looks around. "Well, maybe there's a bit more going on here than just a breakdown of the family unit," he adds a mite sheepishly.

A stone fireplace sits in the northwestern portion of this chamber. Portraits hang on the walls to the north and the south, each covered with a thick sheet of dusty cobwebs that obscures its subject from view.

Also on the north wall are a portrait of a stern-faced brunette woman with wisps of grey in her short hair and flowing blue dress, named 'Kasanda Foxglove, and a portrait of a small girl named 'Lorey Foxglove'.

On the south wall are: Traver Foxglove, tall and thin like Vorel, but with an even narrower face and a think mustache; Cyralie, a young woman with long red hair and an impish smile; a boy named Aldern; and two girls named Sendeli and Zeeva.

Your breath frosts in the air, and fingers of rime slither across the walls. The figures depicted in the portraits suddenly shift from paintings of living people to those of dead folk. Kasanda and Lorey slump into misshapen tumor-ridden corpses. Traver grows pale as a long cut opens in his throat and blood washes over his chest. Cyralie blackens and chars, and her arms, legs, and back twist as of broken in a dozen places. Aldern's flesh darkens with rot, his hair falls out, and he deforms into a ghoul-like monster.

Ashen faced Rhianni turns around and looks into the room, to see the damage done. "We should destroy that portrait." She takes up a wand, carved sigils of force along its handle, pointing at the portrait she calls out the magic as small points of force shimmer as they travel through the air, unerringly hitting the portrait. "We must do something to stop the evil in this place!" she shakes in frustration and fear.

"Foolish!" Lym hisses. "It may have been that the ghost despised Vorel because he did something to it in life!" She raises her voice a little: "Spirit! Is this the case? Did these people do aught to win your malice? Speak to us, if you can."